The rain slapped Tom Hurshore on the back. He felt the water stream under his coat and beyond his neck.

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The rain slapped Tom Hurshore on the back. He felt the water stream under his coat and beyond his neck. He had no time to enjoy the trickling sensation. He could not savor the moment. He knew he must devote his thoughts and energies into the escape he knew that he must gain focus, but the thoughts were pouring through him they were threatening to send him into a spasm. He felt the path change. It slipped down the mountainside weaving and winding Tom was set he was at one with himself and the path he knew every crack and took it at a neck breaking speed. He began to slow up he allowed his thoughts to rejoin him they flooded back. He must have lost his follower for safe measure he left the path and rolled in tight under a bush. He groped his way along the rugged under growth feeling the vines scratch him. He felt a flow of moisture engulf his cheek. The blood was warm but it was no reason to stop. He knew a few more minutes and he would have made it. He could see a partial light strain its way through the bush. He pulled himself out and was greeted by a faint humming sound. He followed the sound it led him round the edge off a building. The noise grew louder as he reached a white building. He slapped him hand a panel then aligned his mouth with the top of a doorframe and licked a small patch of wall that seemed a lot smoother than the rest. He then stepped back. The door opened upwards, concealing its self in the wall. He entered a room that was painted a bland white like the outer building, but it was awash with life and movement. Tom removed his jacket and spoke to a small man who had rounded spectacles and a dash of hair on his otherwise bald head. ‘Rufus how are you getting on with that device’

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The man seemed shocked to see him and stuttered ‘Tom-Tom, your back mighty quickly’

‘Well my task appeared to be pointless’ said Tom with an annoyed grimace ‘I couldn’t get close enough to take the shots.’

‘Well guarded are they?’ questioned Rufus raising his eyebrows, already knowing the awnser.

‘ Four troops at turrets, twelve patrolling the perimeter, but they are by know means unbreachable’ Rufus passed a mutter then gesticulated that Tom should follow him. He led him to a small booth in which they both just about fitted. Rufus flicked four switches all in ...

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